Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

After the inspiration faded, the boy felt strange looking at the weapon created purely from inspiration.

Perhaps it was because he had been separated from the girl for far too long.

So much time has passed that even the smiles in my memory have become blurred, and even the fairytale-like encounter at the beginning has lost its original color... What were those blue eyes thinking when they were looking at me at the beginning?

Because it gives you peace of mind?

Or is it doubt about the unknown?

Or, as the story suggests, it's an instinctive feeling of closeness and dependence on the first creature one encounters.

Or perhaps the girl wasn't actually smiling or looking at him at all, but was simply being romanticized into this dreamlike scene through the embellishment of her memories.

Perhaps ash trees don't actually grow like this; they aren't actually that tall or dense.

However, it seemed incredibly lofty to me at the time.

Such a perfect scene is so rare; the girl happened to be at the intersection of branches, where light and darkness met, and was swept up by pink falling petals.

It's really incredible.

Perhaps that is indeed the truth.

If the girl had expressed dependence back then, her sweet smile would have been like falling into honey, and she would never have ignored him like that afterward.

what……

Maybe.

The boy's fingers rested on the virtual keyboard.

Since distorted memories cannot provide a perfect recollection, and since the emotions between myself and the girl were not actually that beautiful or flawless.

Then let's just delete it.

He gently pressed the delete key.

But instead of throwing the weapon into the trash, he deleted all the parts of it that were blurry or uncertain in his memory.

Petals and tits, close proximity, breaths almost touching.

It's like sitting under a tree, a gentle breeze coming, sweeping through the short grass and scattering into the bushes, the soft rustling sound passing by your ears and merging into the town below the hillside. The warm spring day awakens the vitality of the white and purple flowers on the ash tree, making a noisy commotion.

The wind leaves no trace, cannot be grasped or held firmly, but it leaves ripples on the water, rustles on the leaves, and carries the fragrance of distant flowers, announcing the arrival of new life to everyone.

The help provided to people in distress is something that will be remembered, and it is by no means something that is high above, unapproachable, or untouchable.

But it's been far too long.

At least in the boy's heart, the traces of the girl had been quietly worn away.

The traces have lost their accumulation.

Then even what was originally there will one day disappear.

Now all that remains is the mystery and perfection belonging to fairies, the holiness and flawlessness like that of gods, unfathomable, uncontrollable, like the wind that passes by.

"That's much better."

The boy looked at his revised work and nodded slightly.

Rather than relying on inspiration and romance, he trusted more in the rationality and wisdom that Vervie brought him, and fought against the world with his pure self.

Abandoning everything to travel did not bring him any memorable experiences.

Moreover, this is more in line with the name "Flawless Return".

Compared to the excessive closeness just now, this is true holiness and purity.

Next, only the final step remains.

The boy had organized everything; the weapon's stance had already been designed, and now all that was being discussed was its appearance and specific posture.

But when he reached out to complete the final procedure, his fingers suddenly froze in mid-air.

It's like someone removed the bones and joints and then filled them with cement.

He waited for several tens of seconds before casually tapping the button.

[Manufacturing complete]

The cold robot appeared beside his ear, and Jiang Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. But the moment he opened his mouth, more than just air came out.

--Blood.

Do not……

It can no longer be called blood.

Even calling it poison is an understatement.

Just as green is instinctively disliked by all living things, who perceive it as dangerous.

Now, what's flowing from his mouth is completely purple, symbolizing the erosion of Honkai energy, a natural disaster that suddenly appears in the world.

This level of disability is no longer simply limb paralysis or hemiplegia, half-dead and barely alive; even the internal organs have become a product of decay.

Forget about cheering up and concentrating on work; just being alive is a miracle.

Vitality begins to wane.

Or rather, the ending was already predetermined from the moment it was lit, except that the speed at which it was lost was so fast that it could be felt without even being observed.

Without a doubt, if an ordinary person's life is a ball of burning flame, then his life is now reduced to nothing more than insignificant smoke.

Even if it goes out the next moment, it becomes a matter of course, even a normal thing.

……

……

Is this the end of the story?

"I never thought I would die here alone."

If it were two years earlier...

Do not……

Even the day before the girl died, Jiang Cheng would never have imagined that one day he would be alone in an empty villa waiting for death.

Even if the boy had nightmares back then, he wouldn't think like that, because deep down he always believed that Wilvi would never leave him.

No matter what we go through, no matter what disasters we encounter, even if we are destined to die together, Virvi will always be by my side.

Now he can accept it calmly, and even has a little bit of hope, a little bit of longing...

The expectation of ending my imperfect story.

—Was this how Vilvi felt at the time?

—They're probably more nervous than me, and a little regretful...

After all, she had nothing left, nothing in her hands, not even a trace of the wind. Death was the only thing that would come for the lonely girl.

But the girl at that time still had herself and expectations for life.

A desperate person will not waver in the face of death, and may even actively embrace death before being forced to confront it.

I suppose the former teenage girl could be considered part of this category.

If I had actually faced death at that time, perhaps I wouldn't have felt so sad or upset.

But Vervi is no longer that.

Her life now holds hope; it is no longer an abyss, but a beacon of light.

Once a girl has a goal, someone she loves, and someone she absolutely cannot let go of, how could she possibly accept her own death?

68. Hello, goodbye, Alicia

The girl must be very sad.

But what is more terrifying than the pain caused by all the emptiness, hollowness, and loneliness before is the loss of Chu after clearly having gained it.

Even a gentle girl would worry about herself, worrying that she wouldn't be able to take good care of herself.

Even in death, she could not find peace; her last thought was that someone would come to save her and not let her lose her light again.

If only someone were there.

If only Alicia were here.

If the girl who saved him really was her.

Then that flawless girl will surely go to save Vilvie.

Girls are always like this, caring about everyone yet feeling like strangers to everyone, yet as pure and holy as goddesses, compassionate towards the world.

pity……

Perhaps it was because his death was truly imminent.

The boy has entered a state of near-death and is about to become someone who cannot create any future.

On the contrary, his mind was very active, reminiscing about the past.

—The little things I did with Vervière in the past.

Our first meeting.

The first gift given at a banquet.

My first time entering the Spiral Workshop.

This is the first time I've ever seen panties.

The first time I encountered a completely flustered person sitting down.

He used to be someone who would blush at the sight of other people's panties, but in a short period of time he transformed into a complete pervert.

Even if the entire monks were to kneel down, they wouldn't blush, and their expressions wouldn't even change slightly.